| In the year of our lord 1314, patriots of Scotland, starving and outnumbered, charged the fields of Bannockburn. They fought like warrior poets. They fought like Scotsmen. And won their freedom.
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-Victory is mine
-Yes but no sprinkles. For every sprinkle I find, I shall kill you
-Oh. Mmm, yes, this is better than *sex*, it\'s like an orgy in my mouth; good news Flappy, I\'ve decided not to kill you
-Damn you, damn the broccoli, and damn the Wright Brothers.
-How ironic ? Rogers - it almost rhymes with... eliminate.
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